The Ocean's Song

As I looked out from the clifftops The ocean sang to me. A long sad lament I heard A yearning for the sea. It sang of the good ship Mayflower, Setting sail from Plymouth sound. Carrying forth the pilgrims, All were New World bound. It sang of tall ships sailing, And adventurers of old. Of buccaneers, of galleons And chests of Spanish gold. It sang of mighty battleships, All sailing line astern. It sang of Trafalgar, Where the French and Spanish burned. Oh to have witnessed such, To visit times now past. To discover unknown, distant lands. To see the world, beneath the mast.